The sheer bliss of staying at home in the evening, drinking tea, listening to music and reading. The thought of being among my friends in town until the early hours of the morning, in the wintry air, cavorting like inebriated idiots to songs that make my ears bleed, is nothing short of nauseating and vile.
What a pathetic excuse to get completely drunk in public, and do things you would never do in your right mind. It's actually quite astounding how people can spend the whole year thinking and daydreaming about a week of drunken encounters and folly! I really can't understand it, which, to my friends, is a "shame". Fuck off and let me watch Tarantino movies.